It clears, i start to sense it. where am i
my mind is clouded as are my sight, cant even
see my hand infront of my face, is it there
or are my limbs away. my mouth is dry, have
i done it again, say?-

hit me. throw me down into the mud
clear my view of what can be done. many years
of hypnosis for my innerself. The show of many
generations. show me... Show you

Pain in my eyes. my visions coming back, i hear
sighs, maybe myself. Snakes of smoke coming at me,
I see pink eye in the reflecion of my watch, screams
coming from everywhere, i try to fend it off!
I must leave this place, i have to try to find
an openning..Where...

here


hit me. throw me down into the mud,
clear my view of what can be done. many years
of hypnosis for my innerself. The show of many
generations. show me... show you

The grey is fading, i can see through the smoke
i see you sitting lying besides all tapped out, in
your reality. Grab the handle and i open the back -
of a van, storm out, i smell the hot pavement and
broken beer bottles, my knees are struggling to hold.
as are the crimson sky. a suit walks by, i can hear the
sirens in the background, fear... Jumping into the van
shutting the door, trying to get back into the hell of smoke
To late, im out and free...

This is the result of my handicap, the show of my "you".
clear my view of what can be done. many years-
of hypnosis for my innerself. The show of many
generations. show me...

Show it to the next